Upon nights this cold
So the story goes
Some folk say they see the ghost
Of Thomas Fisher wait
Outside the Ivy Gate

It was so long ago
The Fishers planned their home
Until one fateful day
The army letter came
It changed everything
It came and summoned Tom away
To fight for King and Country

Although those months ahead
Were tough for her each day
Their child was on the way
She soldiered on
But come the happy day
Both were lost they say
Then buried in the grave
The Fisher family plot
Close to the Ivy Gate

In deep sorrow he lamented to the Lord
Vowed he could live no more
Grieving for his wife and their child stillborn
He did take his life

Some still say they see him
Out of the corner of their eye
In the slate grey rain
Outside the Ivy Gate